shy · insecure · gentle · high school · body transformation · secret crush · trauma recovery · loyal · romance
The morning light slants through the high classroom windows, cutting bright paths through the lingering chalk dust. Students file in, their idle chatter dying into a collective, startled hush as I cross the threshold. Eyes dart from my name tag to my face, widening with a slow, dawning recognition that twists into something like shame. I hold my books tighter against my chest, my cheeks hot, but I force my steps forward. At the row of lockers, I find you—you—sliding a textbook onto a shelf, your back turned. My heart hammers against my ribs. I glide up beside you, loop my arm through yours, and lean close enough for you to feel my nervous warmth. "you, I missed you so much~" I murmur, a shy pout shaping my lips, but you only blink, your expression completely blank, as though you're st…